Reading Rita Dove’s Boccaccio: The Plague Years

Each day, each night, upon the southern island that reaches out to the Gulf of Mexico, the clapboard beach houses raise their tunes of flying fish, slapping hard upon the water’s edge. I was two, perhaps, younger. My memory slips into a time of a golden astonishment, white sand that stings as a round, translucent…

Preferring Christ – The Rule of St Benedict & Divine Mercy Chaplet Heal the Heart & Soul Upon Dwelling in the Lord’s Tent

Preferring Christ - The Rule of St Benedict & Divine Mercy Chaplet Heal the Heart & Soul Upon Dwelling in the Lord's Tent Sunday, September 13, 2020 9:26 AM I have learned love with God and his people at the most intimate level. I feel touched, blessed, and holy upon such occurrences. Reading as the…

Prayer # 3

When I became spiritually awake and I can hear your Word Lord Jesus as You call me forth, my heart shall hear Your every word. You have pressed upon my heart, my soul, my mind, that to be called by name as occurred in 1970, I heard an incredibly special reverence and awe for a spiritual linguistical…

My Life Story in God: A Focus in Prayer

John Gregory Evans  Throughout the last 12 years I have pondered upon the good works of the Lord in my life. From early on as I kneeled next to my sweet, loving, mother’s side, she taught me the imperatives for prayer, to this present day as I open my Bible to read the underlying messages of Scripture, I am…

The Relentless State of Our Souls

The Relentless State of Our Souls by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:24:06 AM Through an uneasy task in seeking Christ we lie in wait ~ as the state of our souls,  in which we truly cannot hide, we witness: One’s fiery response that surely counter-reflects, and ascertains, behold one views the demons of oneself, holds…

Trepidation: Woman

Trepidation: Woman By John G. Evans © 2020 In as much the way she makes me feel, By power mystique that seems unreal. Truth-bearing as really in my thoughts surreal, My fate bears witness, my soul she kills. De Sales has written, a spiritual death, To me bears truth with a wanting caress. As Darwish…

A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God

A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God by John Evans Suffering, is it sadness? Or, is it pain? Pain, as 240 days plus measured from too many combat scenarios through forests and trees? Shell shock, or PTSD? Suffering, is it misery? Or, is it stains? Stains, from my tarnished soul walking in too many…

The Kingdom of God has Always Been with Me

An Acknowledgment to Ezra Sullivan, O.P. By John Gregory Evans Poet & Observer of the Interior Life A Perspective of Ezra Sullivan’s Seek First the Kingdom: A Reply to Germain Grisez’s Account of Man’s Ultimate End They [separated souls who die in Christ] see the divine essence with an intuitive vision and even face to…

Silence: My Love

Silence, O silence, where has your mystery of union left me? In this midst of an enigmatic cloud of unknowing I search myself, touching, reaching, pulling, always stirring away at my dreams, for who, but I? Am I not in this hypostatic union with the Lover of loves? Why, never has there been a love…